“ The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes, ”
Marcel Proust.
On that note, I am going to be a whiny girlfriend and say for the millionth time, “I can’t believe Leonard is going to Zamboanga without me!”
Those were some sweeeet times (as is for everyone who visits Boracay). The polvoron sand and the emerald waters. *sigh* Corned beef breakfasts on the beach, ube shakes, his first snorkeling experience and maybe the first time we knew it wasn’t short fiction. *vomit*
What a flood of memories this brings. It’s THE song that takes me straight to Nostalgia Street. I will never forget those amazing two months falling in love with the Motherland. Chilling and jamming with my cousins everyday, Tito Calvert’s kinilaw, LRT/MRT, pre-flooded Iligan and tawading for street Mangoes. Ahhhhhhh, Philippines.
“Considered the best when we’ve felt the worst”.
Dear India,
I have not forgotten about you.
How I envy the free spirited who leave the security of “home” for months at a time to volunteer or those that take big risks for that unforgettable gap year.
I am but a lowly slave to the rat race and empty promises of Babylon.
Or am I?
“ You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea, ”
Khalil Gibran.
Earlier today, I was this girl. Of course, I didn’t look as adorable. I always envy my cousin when he cruises pavement and effortlessly dodges obstacles in his way.
I’ve skulled a few too many bottles of Haterade, so it’s only natural that I piss them out. Tumblr serves as a great tool in documenting likes, interests, memories and utopic dreams, but let’s not forget, it’s a damn good place to vent too. I hope no one takes any of the below personal, 1. No one is perfect and 2. I have commited my fair share.
*deep, deep breath in*
Stray cats, pigeons, ibis, forgetting my socks, running out of tea, girls who wear make-up when they don’t need it/girls that look foul without it (lucky for me, I don’t wear it and look just as bad with or without it, har har). Snorkeling with life jackets, anti-Indian/anti-any race and I know this is a bit racist of me, but I cringe at American accents ESPECIALLY when the person has lived in Australia most of their life, loose haemostats, kochers, needle holders etc, t-shirt/singlet-tans, “I’m such a travel bug,” ”I hate children,” “ewww, second hand shopping,” “let’s catch up,” followed by minus zero effort, “your present is late,” followed by late meaning never. Just don’t say there is one. I prefer the truth over bullshit, brand whores and fashionistas I can stomach, but not when they look down on dags like me, but hey! That’s life. Having souvenirs of somewhere you haven’t been which is why I refused to buy an Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas, bad coffee (this may vary from palate to palate, but a bad coffee can ruin my day). Touching bins, false accusations, confident know-nothings, dirty fingernails, Leonard wanting his motorbike license, Online Facebook/Twitter updates of, “I’m having so much fun/I’m a party animal/I’m so drunkkk”. Buddy, if you were having that much of a swell time, you wouldn’t be updating the world wide web about it. That’s what the day after is for. Shannon Noll’s cover of, ‘Please Come Home for Christmas’. I think it’s most upsetting that The Eagles let him do it. “The Beatles suck”. It’s okay if you aren’t a fan, but in this life, the one before it and the next, they do not suck. INSOMNIA (to whom I partly credit this post). Paying more than $4 for my shampoo, when Dr Earth run out of my Goats milk soap (heck, not very fond of the new Dr Earth store either) aaaaand copycats! I know you are a product of everyone you meet, but get your own bucket list/itinerary. On that note, just because someone Facebooks, tweets or tumbles about something first, it doesn’t mean they were interested in *insert topic of interest* first. I thought this was obvious, but just sayin’.
And I almost forgot. Kiss and tells. Sharing erotic details (for some reason, it’s acceptable when girlfriends do it, but when guys do it, it is 100% sleazy. Double standards, I know. Guys do it for trophy-sake, girls do it for laughs or to get advice, haha) is tacky, but I think the worse is when friends or former friends share personal details about ones past, insecurities, familial situations etc.
Just recently, I half-tried to dish out dirt from someone about another person they were close to, but the person refused to share it. I felt a bit of a lost not knowing the juice, but I was deeply impressed and touched by the person who guarded it. RESPECT.
*exhales*
I feel toxic for having all of that inside me, but I feel cleansed getting it out.
My sister and I watched the first three episodes and they weren’t really funny, but THIS scene, I love. There’s just something gorgeously understated about Justin Long.
For the past hour, Tito Enri has had me typing a gazillion names on google images of bodybuilders from the 50s-60s. The ones that stand out for me (because they look so natural and steroid free) are Frank Zane and Steve Reeves. Franco Colombu and Shawn Ray are lookers too, but the aesthetics of these poses and shots are jaw/panty-dropping.
